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[ That is all the encouragement he needs to continue his movements, but even then, he is careful to not be too forceful or too fast. They are supposed to be having a relaxing moment together, and while they can still indulge their passions, he sees no need to rush this moment either.

Anticipation can be built by taking things slowly, and that seems to be his intention as he rocks against her again, followed by another motion, but there are clear pauses in between. Perhaps as the momentum and the emotion builds, neither of them will want those pauses, but for now, there is a purpose behind them.

As for Zenos, Aymeric does consider him a key source of their troubles, and although he is out fo reach and beyond being dealt with, there is a part of him that still wishes he could enact some kind of retribution upon the man. He himself is not vengeful, not generally, but in the case of Zenos... He knows he would make an exception for him.

But rather than let any feelings of anger rise and sully this moment, he chooses to press another kiss to Alkaid's mouth and revel in those feelings intead. ]

[ Her arms tighten around his shoulders as another shiver climbs up her spine. Aymeric has always been skilled at knowing how to twist her around his fingers, even if he never knew it. Now, however, he is very aware of how to move the right way and the motions best to make her dizzy. Even as she's melted in his arms, she cannot help but moan into his mouth at their kiss. Her tail twitches in that particular way and she falls into the motions of their kiss.

He always surprises her. She hadn't been expecting such bold movements so far from home and in a semi-private area.

Her dazed two-tone eyes open to meet with his as they pause in kissing. Then, she gently rocks her own hips in return before kissing the corner of his mouth then his jaw. ]

[ She thinks that, but she is also quite skilled at eliciting reactions from him in ways he never imagined possible. The Ishgardian reserve is somewhat well-known, but she has managed to break through that more than once.

And perhaps it is because they are far from home that he feels emboldened to act. Here, he can be himself: just Aymeric, with no titles and no expectations except for how to please her.

When she rocks against him and presses those kisses against his jaw, it becomes his turn to moan, head tipping back slightly as pleasure sweeps over him. He might as well be putty in her hands for her to do whatever she pleases with. ]

[ She glances upwards as his head tilts back and she smiles against him. A gentle press is placed to his neck, then a nudge from her nose. There are many things she can think to do for him and with him. Yet, she wonders if such acts should be performed here or left to their adopted bedroom for the trip.

Alkaid shifts forward, raising her hips, and setting her hands on the rocks behind him. She uses the leverage to lean slightly over him--which still does not work the same due to their heights. The smile remains on her face, but slightly curled on one side. ]

I do believe, Ser Aymeric, I may have been a rather horrible influence on you. The stoic once Lord Commander being rather scandelous with his wife. [ Her tail flicks at the idea still of officially being named his wife. Then, she pressed her nose to the side of his and kisses his chin, then cheek, and forehead. ] Is there anything that Ishgard's most prestiged Lord Speaker would have me do?

[ Alkaid tilts her head and glances down at him before meeting his gaze again. She is aware he rather likes it when she is in control, and perhaps she has been rather selfish in expecting and asking him to lead the dance. As it is their honeymoon, perhaps she should let him indulge in his preferences. ]

Perhaps I ought to feel... embarrassed. Someone of my position should not behave this way, and yet who is here to observe but you? Unless, of course, some hidden observer is in fact watching. In which case, I have most certainly compromised both of us.

Perhaps then we should move to a more private location before we continue. [ Even so, he cannot help but offer her a teasing smirk. ]

A horrible influence, or the best one? [ As always, her kisses leave him somewhat speechless, but he retains enough of his senses to continue a conversation. ]

What would I have you do? [ He also knows that she likes it when he takes the lead, and so perhaps he ought to be acting more like the leader in this dance of theirs. ] I would have you return wtih me to our quarters, and then...

[ He smiles the most mysterious smile that he can manage. ]

Well, no one has joined us outside...

[ She brushes her lips across his in a slow tantalizing way. Then, one hand moves from behind him. She trails her fingers slowly down his neck, chest, midsection, and then rests the tips against the scar that always bothers him. The one that was the main reason in why she picked where she did for their honeymoon. Fingers trace the outline to hint that part of why she had taken to the baths was for his aches. ]

And I find my lord husband is rather skilled at knowing how to wind his lady wife around his fingers. [ His smirk is met with that certain look in her eyes. ] Some may say the best, other may say the worst. Perhaps it's a personal preference, Lord Speaker...

[ Her gaze focuses on him as begins to allude to his plans. He trails off with his own smirk and she feels her heart pounds and catch in her throat. Oh, he is very talented at twirling her around his fingers. Alkaid nudges his cheek before kissing his jaw, neck, and collarbone in light kisses.

Her fingers move from his scar to his covered hip. A glance is given upwards to him from underneath the messy blonde bangs tinged in pink. ]

Our quarters are a walk away, ser...

Is that so?

[ It seems that both of them are determined to tease the other, by words and actions both. The touch of her fingers against his skin as she trails them down leaves shivers behind, especially when she comes to a stop at the scar that still troubles him on occasion. It still remains sensitive even when the cold isn't causing it to become uncomfortable, but he finds her touches comforting, especially when it comes to that particular spot. ]

Is it being skilled at such a thing, or is it simply because I have observed you and learned what it is you seem to like, and acted accordingly? [ He has spent no small amount of time watching her to learn about what it is she likes and what causes her to respond. Some would call that a skill, but for Aymeric, it is simply a product of being in a position that requires observing others and drawing conclusions based on their behavior. ]

Shall I carry you the rest of the way, then? [ He is reasonably certain that isn't what she was asking, but he would gladly carry her if she wished him to. ]

Would your skill not come from that of observation then? Either way, you are very skilled, my lord. [ She nudges where his jaw and neck meet before slowly trailing her nose along his jawline. ] I would say it equals to the same amount.

[ Her cheeks puff out slightly. She would rather they tend to one another in the now, but she is very keenly aware how private Aymeric is as an individual. Not just in their relationship, but him as a person. She is also aware how much he enjoys carrying her. As such, her arms drape around his neck and her knees pinch at his sides. ]

I also think my lord enjoys carrying his lady. [ A nod for him to continue his desire. ] Shall we continue the bath in the morning then?

echoes of truth | ❝ to all of my children to whom.... ❞

BOOK 5: OUR SONG

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